I’m sitting in the hotel room sipping wine as I write this and wait for him to arrive. It has been 10 days since I last saw my lover and the anticipation is killing me. I never lost contact with him during those 10 days…but by God I miss him.
It’s funny because if you asked me after our first date on June 17th whether I would pursue a relationship with him, my answer would have been between “I don’t know and I doubt it”. We have many interests in common but are still so different. Plus, he shares a couple of the characteristics that irk me about my husband. So there is that.
Strangely though, two months in, in spite of us both having spouses, I still managed to fall in love.